RICH MURDER (23:07)

I was taught to Hustle, but it caused a Struggle. my thoughts would Double, until the fort forced to Crumble. like Jericho. but often I talk-in, Rosetta Stone. set forth Headless Horsemen, the course to Sever Skulls.. Endorphins and Chemicals, running through, causing Subterfuge. but nothing proves, what is wrong Nah It’s Up To You. so let’s assume you get in tune, with my Music Playing. producing lines like Lightning Bolts, that Shoot from Raiden. Do persuade a way, to break away the Chains that Bind. before tolerance Goes Up, and you’ll have to sniff An Eighth Per Line. some paid the fine, to Redirect deceit received a Check. the reaper slept, but thieves have schemes to cheat when he Collects. and intellect is infected, by those that Never Win. rose pedals wince, at the sight & Scent of Heroin. there’s separatists & Americans, who will Claim it’s Right. they’ll sell us shit, then tell us It’s The Way of Life.. fuck this Elephant, in the room sitting on my Shoulder. ever since I Met Death, I’ve Been A Smoker. I spit & told the swooping cobra, I’m Arachnophobic. rolled into a spoken word, just like an Open Can of Words. there so Concerned, on what it is and What it Isn’t. what it was - “Wasn’t” what you turned it into, when you Made it Twisted. stay Simplistic, this is real rhymes with Brass Knuck’s. You hide behind ya Facade, and put ya Mask Up. Raw Talent isn’t a Song Ballad, you Call Rapping. jaws fork snapping, left more ragged then torn fragments. your corpse maggots, I cause havoc and lash out. your food for the Beast, so walk into a Bears Mouth. Birth of a bullet, pull it & Ricochet some sit and Pray. music wasn’t treated, like color by Number Finger Paint. Ain’t a Single Saint, who can bring us from thinking out The Box. so we keep bucking off Rounds, till where Out o Shots. too proud to stop - I move Nuclear Weapon Cases. able to show up at the same time, in Separate Places. my reputation - precedes even those most Renown. while you remain the same image a poster child. It’s over now, claustrophobia closing in. ya four walls corroded from smoking Dope Again. write ya Death Warrant, and sign his Initials over it. U.S.A. but All, of our Missiles Soviet. Thelonius Monk bumping the Rugged, out for Ducket’s. (“EPMD”) suckers bust on a Bumpy Ride, through the Country Side. Must Be I - if you Hear, something Worth Listening. just look on the Stage, you can see - how the World Twisted Him. Persistent I Risked it, to get my Mind Open. No Different - from the Known Symptoms of Cystic Fibrosis. Wise Spoken, like A .45 in the Eye Poking. Redefine Moses, and See Him Speak to the Tides Ocean. keep it Moving, a lunar engine in Motor Trend. my Solar Wind, grows closer to Fog ya Photo Lens. Over Ya Head, Rose from a Death - Bed his Oval Office. Holiest Flesh, Ghostly Possessed - Stretched in a Stolen Coffin. those that Fold & Forfeit, Deserve the Hand there Dealt. Storm into a Heavyweight Champion, and Demand The Belt. Plan to Fail, that’s just ya First Mistake. Medusa’s Curse Awaits like Blood Thirsty Serpents on a Search for Bait. they will put you, in an Early Grave. want surrender, “Well” my Mercies Hate. same when Leonitus threw a spear, and hit Xerxes Face. Regurgitate blood curdled hate every word is fate when I’m Earning Papes. Increase the Murder Rate Learn ya Place. I’m more precise then Surgical Tape.